"Hey! Ma-Ma! You need me to go to the store for ya'. Woooooo! What y'all Cookin'! Wooo! Is that cake? No cornbread. Your cornbread taste like a cake". Diz will knock and then come in your house before you answer. I told grandma to stop her. She said she will. That Diz is pitiful. Didn't come up with her mama. She died. You can tell Diz was a beautiful girl. Once. "But when those no good men get a hold of an unformed mind, get in their heads, then they give 'em the drugs and they a slave to somebody for the rest of their lives unless God delivers 'em. Her white daddy was 'Jew-ISH'. Feel sorry for her. She's a child." I looked at Granny and said, "She's 40..40's. That's not a.." Grandma said "That's her biological age". I watch Diz walk to granny's stove and reach for a piece of cornbread with grandmas home-made honey-butter.. Next thing I know, a big wooden spoon came outta nowhere and I heard skin slap. " Wash yo' hands! Spreadin' germs. Wipe that faucet off with bleach and a paper towel. Oh no u don't! Where's your mask at? I done told u about that." I see what granny meant right then. Diz was smilin'. She doesn't know any better. "Covid's the flu. My friends had it. Said it's like a real bad flu." Granny looked at me and said "See? Then I'll put my mask on then. In my own house. Diz..what do u read? How do u get your 'truth'?" Diz was gettin' DOWN on her 2nd piece of cornbread eyeing every pot on the stove. "I don't know. TV. Friends." Granny stared at her and said "Just like a child. You're programmed.."